"Xuanjun!" Wan Qizhao hurriedly pulled her over and came into his arms. "You... If you want to hate me, hate me. The seventh brother is all for me..."

"Get out!" Mai Mai pushed him away madly, "It was you who killed me! Executioner! I hate you, I hate all of you! Why can't you tolerate Qing'er and me? He is just a child... You are all devils!"

The weak white shadow shook slightly, and the clenched fingers of his tight hands turned white. He knew that from this moment on, he would lose her forever... His heart hurts a little. Is it a recurrence of an old disease? I haven't felt this way for a long time. The last time, it seemed that it was when his mother passed away...

Caught out of defense, Mai Mai pulled out the sword beside Wan Junzhao, lifted up the sword and pressed it tightly against Wanqiu's chest, "I want you to pay your life to Qing'er!" He killed Qing'er, he killed Qing'er... Why, it was him?!

"Xuanyun, put down the sword quickly!" Wanqizhao stood in front of Wanqiu without thinking, "If you want to kill, kill me! I will pay Qing'er's life!"

The person behind him slowly pushed him away. Although his strength was light, he exuded a perseverance that could not be refused.

Turning around, he faced Wan Qi's lonely decision, the complexity on his face was fleeting, "Seventh brother, you shouldn't." I don't know if he shouldn't kill Qing'er or anything else.

"Brother Six, I will take it to the end." Wan Qiqi said a pun, saying something only two people could understand.

The tip of the sword was cold and trembling.

"Why did you treat me like this?" Tears filled her eyes, making her unable to see who the person in front of her was. Is he still the one who saved her on a rainy night and called her "Mai Mai" softly?

"Speak!" The sword was tightly pressed against his body, but her hand couldn't use half of its strength. The sword in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It could not be lifted or stabbed.

"Mai Mai..."

"Don't call me 'Mai Mai'!" Mai Mai roared in tears, "I hate you, I hate you! Wanqia, I hate you!"

The sword was thrown to the ground by her, and a subtle spark was set off.

She hates him, she hates herself even more.

She...can't do it...

My heart hurts more and more, and the sword seems to have stabbed in. There, a gap was cut, and blood was gushing into the bottom of my heart.

"Xuanyun, take Qing'er back to the servant first," Wanqi Zhao's handsome face was stained with a few traces of silence, and his beloved eyes always surrounded Mai Mai. As he said that, he was about to pick up Qing'er, but Mai Mai grabbed it and hugged it in his arms.

"Don't touch my Qing'er!" The hatred eyes turned from Wanqizhao's body to the white figure that had always stood frozen on the spot. "I will never forgive you! I will use the rest of my life to hate you! Wanqia, you will never get rid of my hatred!"

Holding Qing'er's body, Mai Mai staggered down the mountain. Wanqizhao's gaze deflected, looked at him for the last time, and then followed.

The wound in my heart was torn open without any mercy, and with her hatred and leaving, it could not be cured.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing his white shirt red.

"King of the Lord!" His men were shocked and stepped forward to support his shaking body.

The sun is still bright, but not as good as her smile makes people feel moved.

Maybe he will never see it again.

"King of the Ao! King of the Ao!"

Clear eyes, slowly close...
Chapter completed!